[Verse 1] There's no one that I ever need to see But I say yes as long as it's free I struggle into my faded black tee Six blocks to the door utter confidently The big boy there asks to see my ID Ask me if I got my tickets already So big so small simultaneously
[Chorus] I'm on the guestlist I'm on the guestlist I'm on the guestlist I'm on the guestlist
[Verse 2] I played here just last week I got 20 texts to 9:03 It's my friends asking if they can get in for free I said let me seal the deal, they never hear back from me They remind me of who I never want to be They remind me of who I never want to be
[Chorus] I'm on the guestlist I'm on the guestlist I'm on the guestlist I'm on the guestlist
[Verse 3] Stoned side stage in the VIP Doesn't sound good here, but look at me I leave mid-set so stealthily But it's okay, it didn't cost me a thing Have a good night your majesty Have a good night your majesty Yeah
[Chorus] I'm on the guestlist I'm on the guestlist I'm on the guestlist I'm on the guestlist
I'm on the guestlist I'm on the guestlist I'm on the guestlist Yeah I'm on the guestlist
[Outro] Jerry: This reminds me, I was a kid when my mom went away and my sister had all these parties with all the, the fucking bongs and shit--same stuff. Yeah, it's weird. Reminds me of the '60s stuff
Ron Gallo: It doesn't make you think of church?
Jerry: A little bit
Unconfirmed speaker: Yes!
Ron Gallo: It makes me think of church
Jerry: Listen, you never saw the parties my sister had, with the bikers, and the van pulling up--the Scooby van with 40 hippies jumping out. And you go up in the bedroom and listen to the Janis Joplin. You can't get through the room--it's all smoked up with pot. And this stuff